"Damn it, you just refuse to admit it, right!" Xing Hu pointed at him and cursed angrily.
"Let it go, let it go..." Qingtang pulled on Xing Hu, speaking timidly.
"I have no time to bicker with you. If you have nothing to do with the Saints, then leave on your own. The Yichuan Clan only hosts Saints and not unrelated people." Yichuan Xv's voice was cold.
"Bastard!"
After hearing these words, with his youthful vigor, Xing Hu exploded instantly. He pushed Qingtang aside with a shove and then directly swung his palm in an attack.
Facing the sudden attack from such a short distance, Yichuan Xv remained unruffled, instead calmly raising his palm to meet it. When the two palms collided, the instant burst of magical power stirred the air, even producing intense flashes, as the magic in the air twisted fiercely.
